• your love for him, it drives me mad. the pain you cause me dosent help. and knowing that you will never come to me boils my rage.
    you kiss. thats done it.
    I will burn, I will kill, destroy, I will earn you. there will be blod on the streets, dead bodeys at your feet.
    this is all for you, princes.
    piles of death, black clouds protest. give in to my lycantropic rage.
    I will rule, everything will be mine, and as for him, he wont be to fine.
    hows your superman look now, huh, princes